Mother

As I stand here by this open door
My mind is crowded by thoughts of you once more
I think of all the things you have done
The wonderful stories you told us
Of when you were young
As I gaze at the sky of blue
I cannot help but think of you
The grass is green and the flowers are in bloom
And behind me stands an empty room
I cannot help feeling sad and blue
As I now there will never be another quite like you
The memories I have of you are buried deep within my heart,
I will always think of you at the start of each new day
So it will be like you never went away
And when the daylight disappears
And the stars begin to shine
I will always know the brightest star in the sky
Is you passing by

By Julia
~THE SIG BOX~

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